A certain man on the Malabar coast had long been uneasy about his spiritual state, and had inquired of several heathen devotees and priests how he might make atonement for his sins. He was directed to drive iron spikes, sufficiently blunted, through his sandals, and on these spikes to walk a distance of about four hundred and eighty miles. He undertook the journey, and travelled a long wav, but could obtain no peace of soul. Ono day he halted under a large, shady tree, where the gospel was sometimes preached. While he was there a missionary came, and preached from the words. “The blood of Jesus Christ His Son clean Seth us from all sin." (1 John 1:7.) During the preaching the poor man's attention was excited, and his heart was touched. Rising up, lm threw off his torturing sandals, and cried out aloud. “This is what I want '' He became thenceforward a lively witness of the healing efficacy of the Saviour's blood. Are there not thousands "of persons throughout the length and breadth of Christendom trying to get peace of soul by walking, as it were, on iron spikes? May God lead them to rest in the precious blood of Christ.